Post by ryzuko on Dec 11, 2009 15:53:01 GMT -6
Finally, it was my turn. I waited and picked my spot, knowing full well that eventually a chance like this would come up. By now, I’ve probably hidden myself so well that even my own sister most likely thought I left the company again, but I haven’t. Oh no, far from it. In reality I was just waiting in the shadows like my new manager suggested I do. He told me that eventually I would have a chance to show my true ability. I wouldn’t have to to through the United States championship. I would be able to directly go to the top and fight for the JCW Championship. At first I doubted. They wouldn’t really give me, an untested talent, a shot like that would they?
How foolish of me to doubt Americans and their flawed logic. Just like my manager predicted, an open battle royal was made for the next challenger for the JCW championship. How fortunate for me, someone who’s kept healthy and out of harm’s way for such a long time. So now here I am, one match away from claiming something I’ve always wanted to hold, a major championship. All I have to do is beat whoever else dares to step into the ring with me. How hard could that be really? From the looks of things, it seems like not many are even going to enter. Hm, that’s fine by me…even though part of me wished that good for nothing Kane would show his face in this match. Then I could do two things at once. I could embarrass him in front of my sister and prove that I’m worthy to old a major championship…
“So, are you ready for this?”
My thoughts were pulled away as I glanced over at my manager, the dark yet pompous bastard that he was. He still held that black velvet bag in his right hand as well. Currently we were both standing just behind the entrance way to the ring area. I was scheduled to make an appearance to declare that I’m entering the little battle royal.
“Naturally I’m ready for this mate. Just don’t go out there and take my thunder. This is my announcement and mine alone. Besides, no one even knows who you are.”
I knew this man well for the short time we’ve had this working relationship. He always had long winded speeches to give but I wasn’t going to have him show me up this time around. A small came to his face as he actually laughed slightly.
“This is your show Burchill. I’m just around to make sure you stick to the point and don’t drag in your personal feelings about this. If you play your cards right, this match will be a breeze. Don’t’ go an make things more complicated by calling a particular red monster out, hm.”
I growled a bit under my breath. He already knew what I was planning on doing. I guess I should have seen that coming. Before I could get a word in edge wise though, I heard my theme start to play and the typical fans booing followed. Heh, ungrateful Americans… The theme was “The Ripper” by Chinchilla. I decided that now wouldn’t be the best time to get into a argument with him. Besides, I had my public to great… Without another word, I turned to the entrance and walked out, again to a wave of boos. I didn’t even have to look behind me to know my manager was right there.
Michael Cole: And here comes “The Ripper” Paul Burchill and that still yet unknown manager of his! We still don’t know why he’s out here, but he made it clear earlier that he had something to get off his chest here tonight!
Jerry Lawler: I’ve been trying to get the scoop on this guy, but no one knows a thing about him! Even Paul’s own sister doesn’t know his name! In fact I think she’s worried that he’s falling into the wrong crowd…but considering she’s with Kane, I really don’t think she has much room to talk about that!
Michael Cole: Well, hopefully Paul gives us some answers here tonight!
By the time the announcers were done with their little chatter, I was already in the ring armed with a mic with my manager. My theme finally died down as now the only sounds came from the foolish fans who still booed me, trying to get me right out of the building. Heh, but I wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction. I waited for the boos to die down for a moment before raising the mic to speak to these ungrateful people.
“My am I not shocked to hear this kind of reaction from you ungrateful American fans? I, Paul Burchill, have come all the way from England to show you all how true professional wrestling should be done, and all you do is boo me. Is it because you fear what I can do to your so called fan favorites? Heh, or maybe it’s not even that at all! Maybe you simply thought you got rid of me in the past? If that’s the case, I hate to burst your bubble, but obviously you were very mistaken. Not only that, but soon you’ll have no choice but to respect me!”
The fans really started to lay into me then. I could already hear the chants of “shut up” and “go home” fill the arena. But right now I actually thrived in it. Even my manager seemed to get a kick out of it. I couldn’t help but smirk just a bit as I raised the mic to continue talking.
“You see tonight, I take my first step on a journey that I’ve been denied for a very long time. Tonight, I step into this ring and finally show the world why I’m called “The Ripper”! I’m going to rip through anyone who steps into this ring with me and tries to prevent me from becoming the new number one contender for the JCW Championship!”
That seemed to take all the fans by shock as they actually shut up for a moment. Looks like they didn’t think I had the guts to actually go for the big one, but oh how mistaken they are.
“I’ve been held back far too long in this business. I’ve never been taken seriously, always thrown into the lower to mid ranks at best. But now I’ve waited and held my anger inside for this very moment. My manager told me that this would happen. Management would open a door for me to sneak through when no one was looking. At that’s when I should strike. And like a prophesy, it will be fulfilled. I’ll snatch this opportunity up and I won’t let it go! I will stand my ground in this ring and there’s not a damn person who can stop me! Before the nights done, I will be standing here proudly as an Englishmen…as The Ripper…as your New Number One Contender…as your future JCW Champion, Paul…Burchill!”
With that said, I dropped the mic down on the mat and my theme once again started to play. I could still hear the fans in shock about what I just said. But I was fully ready to back up every word. I wouldn’t be denied this. I couldn’t. Losing was not an option for me, especially now. I bet everything on this one change to stand in the spotlight and be within a fingertips reach of my goal. I can’t be denied before I even get to that point. No…I won’t be… That’s all the passed through my mind as I walked back up the ramp with my manager behind me. I tightened the glove over my one hand as tight as I could as I thought of what must be done in that ring tonight.
How foolish of me to doubt Americans and their flawed logic. Just like my manager predicted, an open battle royal was made for the next challenger for the JCW championship. How fortunate for me, someone who’s kept healthy and out of harm’s way for such a long time. So now here I am, one match away from claiming something I’ve always wanted to hold, a major championship. All I have to do is beat whoever else dares to step into the ring with me. How hard could that be really? From the looks of things, it seems like not many are even going to enter. Hm, that’s fine by me…even though part of me wished that good for nothing Kane would show his face in this match. Then I could do two things at once. I could embarrass him in front of my sister and prove that I’m worthy to old a major championship…
“So, are you ready for this?”
My thoughts were pulled away as I glanced over at my manager, the dark yet pompous bastard that he was. He still held that black velvet bag in his right hand as well. Currently we were both standing just behind the entrance way to the ring area. I was scheduled to make an appearance to declare that I’m entering the little battle royal.
“Naturally I’m ready for this mate. Just don’t go out there and take my thunder. This is my announcement and mine alone. Besides, no one even knows who you are.”
I knew this man well for the short time we’ve had this working relationship. He always had long winded speeches to give but I wasn’t going to have him show me up this time around. A small came to his face as he actually laughed slightly.
“This is your show Burchill. I’m just around to make sure you stick to the point and don’t drag in your personal feelings about this. If you play your cards right, this match will be a breeze. Don’t’ go an make things more complicated by calling a particular red monster out, hm.”
I growled a bit under my breath. He already knew what I was planning on doing. I guess I should have seen that coming. Before I could get a word in edge wise though, I heard my theme start to play and the typical fans booing followed. Heh, ungrateful Americans… The theme was “The Ripper” by Chinchilla. I decided that now wouldn’t be the best time to get into a argument with him. Besides, I had my public to great… Without another word, I turned to the entrance and walked out, again to a wave of boos. I didn’t even have to look behind me to know my manager was right there.
Michael Cole: And here comes “The Ripper” Paul Burchill and that still yet unknown manager of his! We still don’t know why he’s out here, but he made it clear earlier that he had something to get off his chest here tonight!
Jerry Lawler: I’ve been trying to get the scoop on this guy, but no one knows a thing about him! Even Paul’s own sister doesn’t know his name! In fact I think she’s worried that he’s falling into the wrong crowd…but considering she’s with Kane, I really don’t think she has much room to talk about that!
Michael Cole: Well, hopefully Paul gives us some answers here tonight!
By the time the announcers were done with their little chatter, I was already in the ring armed with a mic with my manager. My theme finally died down as now the only sounds came from the foolish fans who still booed me, trying to get me right out of the building. Heh, but I wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction. I waited for the boos to die down for a moment before raising the mic to speak to these ungrateful people.
“My am I not shocked to hear this kind of reaction from you ungrateful American fans? I, Paul Burchill, have come all the way from England to show you all how true professional wrestling should be done, and all you do is boo me. Is it because you fear what I can do to your so called fan favorites? Heh, or maybe it’s not even that at all! Maybe you simply thought you got rid of me in the past? If that’s the case, I hate to burst your bubble, but obviously you were very mistaken. Not only that, but soon you’ll have no choice but to respect me!”
The fans really started to lay into me then. I could already hear the chants of “shut up” and “go home” fill the arena. But right now I actually thrived in it. Even my manager seemed to get a kick out of it. I couldn’t help but smirk just a bit as I raised the mic to continue talking.
“You see tonight, I take my first step on a journey that I’ve been denied for a very long time. Tonight, I step into this ring and finally show the world why I’m called “The Ripper”! I’m going to rip through anyone who steps into this ring with me and tries to prevent me from becoming the new number one contender for the JCW Championship!”
That seemed to take all the fans by shock as they actually shut up for a moment. Looks like they didn’t think I had the guts to actually go for the big one, but oh how mistaken they are.
“I’ve been held back far too long in this business. I’ve never been taken seriously, always thrown into the lower to mid ranks at best. But now I’ve waited and held my anger inside for this very moment. My manager told me that this would happen. Management would open a door for me to sneak through when no one was looking. At that’s when I should strike. And like a prophesy, it will be fulfilled. I’ll snatch this opportunity up and I won’t let it go! I will stand my ground in this ring and there’s not a damn person who can stop me! Before the nights done, I will be standing here proudly as an Englishmen…as The Ripper…as your New Number One Contender…as your future JCW Champion, Paul…Burchill!”
With that said, I dropped the mic down on the mat and my theme once again started to play. I could still hear the fans in shock about what I just said. But I was fully ready to back up every word. I wouldn’t be denied this. I couldn’t. Losing was not an option for me, especially now. I bet everything on this one change to stand in the spotlight and be within a fingertips reach of my goal. I can’t be denied before I even get to that point. No…I won’t be… That’s all the passed through my mind as I walked back up the ramp with my manager behind me. I tightened the glove over my one hand as tight as I could as I thought of what must be done in that ring tonight.